Chapter 923 - The Bloody Battle (Part 3) (1/2)

Night was falling.

The battle lines on the human side had retreated, time and again, by at least two to three miles.

This stretch of battle lines that measured two to three miles was covered with blood on every inch of this trail. With every step the humans retreated, many soldiers had to be sacrificed. Every retreat made often required them to put in several lives in order to avoid the collapse of their battle lines.

Despite the human commanding officers sparing no efforts in trying to grab hold of every opportunity in this war, the difference in strength was ultimately not something that wisdom could make up for. Even if they had tried all ways they could possibly think of, they were still unable to salvage themselves from a defeat.

What they could do was nothing more than try their best not to be in disorder despite the defeat and also not to collapse because of the defeat.

At the rear end of the human battle lines, the Goddess of Virtue wore a heavy expression like still waters.

“Do you need us to strike?” a demigod master asked.

The goddess shook her head and remained silent for a long time before saying, “Retreat to the defense line at the Great Wall. Let them attack the city!”

This was originally one of the pre-planned war tactics. It was just that it was beyond everyone’s imagination that a war that everyone had originally thought would be easily won would finally end up like this.

Fortunately, the Great Wall was still there.

With this defense line that stretched across the eastern part of the northern land, which divided the Orcs’ nation from that of the humans, even if the Orcs had the advantage, they could not win that easily either.

Even without the help of divinity, the humans could still rely on their advantage in location and number of soldiers to continue holding out.

The gods did not fall. It was just that their contact with the humans had met with some problems. When the problems were eliminated, it would be time for an all-out retaliation of the humans!

By that time, the disadvantage, in terms of the military strength of the exhausted Orcs, would be utterly exposed. It would only take one fierce attack to bring about the complete collapse of their entire battle line!

Until then, what the humans needed to do was only to try their best to endure.

Nightfall did not stop both sides from fighting on. It also did not slow down the retreat of the humans.

Emperor Ilo of the Orcs was still standing on his chariot, and the night wind was blowing against his long hair. The Lionman’s golden mane had become snow-white with age; however, his hair was yet to be dry and withering. Just like the passion and fighting spirit in his heart.

“The humans are retreating. They probably want to retreat to the defense line at the Great Wall,” he said. This was the first time he opened his mouth to speak since the war commenced. “If we want them to spill even more blood, we must strike with a fierce attack now.”

“We don’t have enough power for a fierce attack,” a veteran of the advisory body said with a sigh. “We still have our reserves troops, but given the subsequent siege of the city, our soldiers need to rest now.”

Ilo nodded slightly. He was not good at the art of war, so he had always respected the opinions of the professionals and went with the flow.

Just then, a young member of the advisory body suddenly spoke up. Very loudly, he said, “Your Majesty, I have a suggestion!”

Such unseemly behavior was bound to be severely reprimanded in the context of a human nation. But among the Orcs, this was not a problem at all. They did not really care much about things like “seniority” or “rules.”

Ilo looked at him with interest. The first thing he noticed was that pair of fox ears. No doubt, this was a member of the Wilder family, who had always been known as the “Wise.”